I had found this quite some time ago, and just ran into it again cleaning out one of my old boards. The original site is still up, for which I was grateful, so I will post the first four paragraphs and let you guys have some fun at the original site.
The MacGyver Cookbook
Well, folks, here it is. I didn't have time to cook this stuff myself for
you the way Paul Newman does, so I just wrote up this cookbook to give
you all the recipes, tried and true just like I make 'em in my own kitchen
at home.
CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIES:
Frequent flier coupons
One medium paperclip (not plastic coated)
One movie ticket stub
Now remember that chocolate-chip cookies are supposed to be a nice
relaxing kind of food, so the first thing you'll want to do to make them
is to go somewhere where you can kick back and relax. Ecuador is good,
so use your frequent-flier coupons to pick up a round-trip ticket there.
The stewardess will hand you a couple of bags of peanuts, but don't eat
them, since we're going to need those for the cookies.
You'll find yourself sitting next to an attractive woman who teaches
archaeology at Cornell; she'll explain that she's going to Ecuador to try
to find her father -- a biochemist by trade, but he dabbles in archaeology
as a hobby -- who went down there to find the lost pyramid of
Sesquichachloride, well known in archaeological circles as the fabled
storehouse of the god Valhequesal who, according to myth, rode down from
the skies on a pillar of fire bringing with him a wealth of powerful but
somewhat failure-prone magical devices that, according to the priests of
the day, were pretty darn all-around nifty.
Now her father, after examining several stone tablets depicting the god
Valhequesal, discovered that he is always shown wearing a curious bracelet
on his left wrist that looks surprisingly like a digital watch, leading
him to the conclusion that Valhequesal did actually exist, but he was
really an advanced space traveller with comparatively poor taste in
accessories, and that the lost pyramid of Sesquichachloride must contain
his spacecraft and untold other devices from his world. About this time,
the stewardess will bring by the main meal and you'll want to be sure to
save the little packets of salt and butter that come with your meal --
the woman next to you will be too worried about her father to eat and so
you'll want to take her packet of butter and go ahead and keep her
crackers too.
When you get off the plane in Ecuador, just go out to the front of the
airport and try to locate a cab. There won't be any, for some reason, so
you'll go inside to inquire about where transportation might be found and
some guy will stumble against you and when you look at him, you'll notice
that he's been stabbed in the left side and is bleeding pretty profusely.
With a weakly shaking hand, he'll thrust the key to a safety deposit box
into your hand, gasp something about "be careful of the poison ivy" and
expire messily on the floor of the terminal. You'll decide that maybe
waiting for a cab is the better part of valor and head back outside -- on
the way, though, be sure to stop at the concession stand and ask for a
half-pound of chocolate chips. The clerk will measure the appropriate
amount and put it in a bag for you. Be sure your movie ticket stub is
visible in the handful of change you pull from your pocket to pay her.
She'll reach down under the counter and then surreptitiously drop a roll
of microfilm into your bag along with the chocolate chips, then hand you
the bag, saying, "On the house."
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